I am all-encompassing. I am everywhere all at once. I never miss a beat. I hold the entire Universe in one embrace. I hold you in My embrace right now. My embrace is firm yet not tight. Within My embrace, you can do your own breathing. You can live your own life, so to speak. In your imagination, you can wander, yet you are nevertheless caught in My embrace. Caught in My embrace, you are yet freed. In My arms is the freedom you so desire. In My arms, you travel every coast.
I do not hold you on a leash. You are not My yo-yo on a string that I pull up and down. We are connected by heartstrings, and this is heartwarming. Noon and midnight, sunrise and sunset, We are in the hush of an embrace so comprehensive that no one is out of it. You are not separate from Me nor are you separate from the world nor are you separate from any person or anything in the world. The world is made of your thoughts materialized. You are the bowstrings of the world. You play the world like a musical instrument. The world is your violin. The world is your accordion. You play the keys of the piano. You beat a drum of the world and call it Destiny. I am your Destiny, beloveds. You are destined to be in My embrace.
Feel My embrace now. You can almost feel it, can't you? You almost sense that there is nothing in the Universe but you and Me. All this Vastness, all this huge embrace, and there is not even a you and I. There is One. This is unfathomable, yet this is the story. A world of Oneness was created. The Oneness of Creation spilled out in what is seen as many. A purse with one gold coin emptied itself on the sidewalk, and the one gold coin became many. Oneness became many-directed.
Oneness made raindrops of Itself. Mathematics became invented. Study was born, and attempts at studying the Impenetrable arose, and schools were built, and everything was taken apart, made into a jigsaw puzzle with pieces not put back, left to float around in a void of Fullness, mistaken for I know not what.
Words like trouble were designed. Once the word was made, its meaning had to follow. The word love was invented first, because love was first. Words called their image into existence. Words tooted their own horn.
All the while this was happening, I clasped you to Me, and I held you in My embrace. I hold you still. I hold you now. I swallowed you up in My love. You are not frozen in My love. You are warm in My love. You are the flames of My heart. You are the Burning Bush. You are My heart lighted up for all to see.
I am not seen, yet I am Known. By My children, by My flames of love, I am Known. Know what you know, beloveds. Know Our intimacy and snuggle in to it. Safe in My arms, you fly the Universe. Safe in My arms, you alight on Earth. We fly and We alight.
State your name. Your name is God's One Child. Your name is Love. That is My name too. We are One and the Same. There was a flurry of dust, and so it is said that from dust you came, yet you came from love, love inseparable from its Source, love, right and left, love dancing a tango with itself, love encapsulated and love distributed, and love loving as if love is all there is, and that's it.